Endless possibility.
Boundless hope
discovered in measured step.
Piece by piece,
putting back together
the very foundation
of what creates a life.
First, breath.
Next, thought.
Then, form.
Finally, action.
See fear and hold fast;
becoming is a re-birth,
and all birth
involves pain.
Again (Again)
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